[ it's a good view, her hair all mussed on the sheets and her chest heaving with each breath, each move he makes. Her eyes are hazy as she watches him move, feels it in her, feels her own wetness on him (or on the condom, rather) with her fingertips when he draws back.

She's quiet, for a bit, just... enraptured by it all before she begins to lift her hips a bit to meet him. She gets the rhythm quickly, her whole body shuddering, tightening around him as he pulls out and accepting him smoothly when he pushes back in again, shivering out a soft, short little noise of pleasure. Her hand leaves it's place so both of them can smooth against his hips and stomach, just... touching him. ]